Her Revenge From Shadow to Sunlight novel Chapter 165

Henry let out a sly laugh. Knew it. The Yates family name never fails, he mused to himself. Humming a tune, he casually tossed his car keys and walked away, clearly in a good mood.

Charles Yates didn’t immediately scan his iris to enter the elevator. Instead, he called Alicia. “I’m downstairs. Is it okay if I come up?” he asked.

Since the elevator opened directly into her apartment, he wanted to make sure he wasn’t intruding if Alicia needed a moment.

Alicia replied right away, “Yeah, it’s totally fine.”

Only then did Charles scan his iris and step into the elevator, heading upstairs.

When the elevator doors opened, he saw Alicia waiting at the entrance, smiling as she greeted him, “Mr. Yates.”

She was dressed in a loose beige sweater and tight black pants, her hair loosely pinned back with a claw clip. A few strands fell by her face, giving her a relaxed yet beautiful vibe.

Charles stared at her for a long moment, almost losing control of himself. He wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms and hold her close. But he couldn’t, not if he didn’t want to scare her.

With every ounce of willpower he had, he managed to nod calmly. He then walked over to the couch and sat down.

Alicia handed him a cup of warm milk. “Is this okay for you? I prefer drinking warm milk at night, it helps me sleep,” she said.

Charles’s hand hesitated slightly as he reached for it, uncertain if her words carried a deeper meaning.

Seeing that Charles hadn’t taken the cup, Alicia blinked, a little flustered. “Is something wrong, Mr. Yates?”

At her words, Charles quickly looked down and reached out to take the cup, realizing he had overthought it. He took a sip, awkwardly smiling. “It’s pretty good.”

Alicia’s

eyes widened in surprise. “Oh my gosh, Mr. Yates, doesn’t that burn you? I just made it.”

Charles finally realized how hot it was, but he forced himself to look calm. “I prefer hot drinks.”

“Wait, seriously?” Alicia stared at him, visibly baffled.

‘I should totally ask Doctor Johnson about this next time. This can’t be normal, right? That temperature could definitely burn someone, she wondered.

“Yeah,” Charles nodded solemnly, then continued bullshitting with a straight face. “Harvey’s a doctor, you know. He also recommended to me that drinking hot beverages is actually good for your health.”

Alicia’s eyes widened. She couldn’t help but wonder if maybe there was some new medical discovery she

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After all, this was Charles, and he wouldn’t joke with her. And the way he said it so seriously, he didn’t look like he was kidding

She nodded. ‘Alright then, should we start painting now?”

Charles nodded. “Alright. He set the tea cup down, casually crossed his legs, and leaned back on the couch.

Alicia smiled, “So, you’re not lying down this time?”

Charles shook his head, looking almost sheepish. “No, not this time.”

He was worried if he lay down again, he’d just fall asleep and waste their rare time together, like he did last time. He still kicked himself over that. This time, he was determined not to fall asleep.

Alicia watched him lounging on the sofa and thought, ‘That’s just how Mr. Yates is. Even his relaxed posture has that effortless authority.

She picked up her brush and began carefully outlining his figure.

Right now, he didn’t look his usual polished self. He seemed a bit tired, his eyes slightly bloodshot, his clothes. a little rumpled. The top button of his shirt was undone, and his hair was a bit messy. Yet, he still had that disheveled charm, that effortless allure.

As Alicia painted, she found herself wondering, ‘All these sides to him. Why does every single one look so good?

Charles, meanwhile, couldn’t stop staring at her. He watched as her lashes cast shadows on her cheeks while she focused on her painting. Every time she looked at him, her eyes sparkled.

He knew her gaze wasn’t really for him–it was just the way she looked when she was painting, her focus on the art. To her, he was just a model. But even knowing that, he couldn’t help but crave it.

It was like he was hooked–completely under her spell. He craved seeing her constantly, and even the smallest separation made his heart ache. He’d never felt anything like this before. It was like being hooked on a drug. It left him restless, unsettled, not knowing how to deal with the yearning.

Back before they started talking, he could handle just admiring her from a distance. But now that he’d tasted being close–every moment together made him want more. The idea of being apart from her was unbearable.

Before he knew it, his stomach gave a sharp, painful twinge. He frowned, pressing his hand to his belly, realizing that he hadn’t eaten since breakfast.

That morning, he’d rushed through work to see Alicia, planning to have dinner with her. But by the time she got home, it was too late–she’d already eaten, and he didn’t want to interrupt her painting. He hadn’t mentioned it.

Alicia didn’t notice anything until she heard him groan in discomfort. She looked up, startled. He seemed unwell, his forehead dotted with sweat.

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